I won't say it was very broad,
But it wasn't thin either.
She carefully picked it up on her fingers,
Caressed it for quite sometime.
It looked fragile yet strong,
Ugly yet charming.
In pain yet not giving up.
Then, Carefully, yet beautifully,
she placed it on a piece of paper,
twisted it's arms and legs a little
So that it's comfortable in the new place.
She wanted it to stay forever, she wanted it to breathe, to live, to be her friend.
It looked beautiful!
When people saw it, they only saw it's beauty.
No one could ever know the story behind it.
And once they knew, they found it hard to believe,
that once a scar which wasn't too broad, but not thin either, is now a beautiful poetry.
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